Ev

Currently giving in to the ff writing | 19!! | New writer | requests open :)

[coopholder]

Introduction/Requests!

Hello! I just thought I should make an intro post now since I'm starting to actually post things on this account!

You guys can call me Ev(pronounced like in the word EVer)!!

Currently a Matt/Trey Blog, but I'm also into Hazbin/Helluva right now as well! So I might do some posts of those!

I'm a new writer when it comes to tumblr. I have very minor writing experience. But I am very new to writing ___ x reader!

Disclaimer:

My posts are currently SFW, but I am thinking of making NSFW as well, so my blog may turn into a 18+ blog in the near future! If this happens I ask for no minors! If/when I do start posting NSFW I will start blocking minor/ageless blogs that interact with my NSFW posts, but I'll probably make another post about it!

You're welcome to block me for whatever reason you find fit!

Requests are currently open! I'll try to get to them as soon as possible :)

For Requests:

I'm mostly just doing Matt/Trey and their characters(Orgazmo, Baseketball, etc) right now

HOWEVER!

As I am open to writing for South Park, I would only write for the adults! This does not include the boys aged up/post covid or any of the other kids.

This being said, I will NOT write NSFW for ANY character that is under aged, whether or not they are aged up.

I will probably(most definitely) block you if you ask me to write NSFW of minors!<3

[asouthparkiteer]

Sub Joe Cooper with a hair pulling kink?

“Do it again” 18+

Ooo I see the vision! Headcannon time!

Listen we’ve seen the way that acts with Jenna and how he genuinely would do anything for her well now that’s how he acts towards you. I don’t make the rules this is how I see it.

When I say anything I mean anything truly would die for you okay. I mean worship the ground you walk on low-key.

Listen when you pull that man’s hair it’s game over guys that man will lose his damn mind

“Do it again please please please” he’d say as he gets more desperate on each please

It becomes an obsession and he can’t live without it like your making out and do just the slightest tug; he’s absolutely not gonna let you go now. Your now stuck here for awhile

That man looks at you like you’re the best thing in the world (which you are okay?) like the eyes of a man that yearns. I don’t make the rules. This is how it’s going to be.

As much as I think he’d go both ways and be a switch but he LOVES when you do take control and absolutely have your way with him. Honestly having you on top is his favorite view in the world

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So this is all I have for this subject for now. I may do a genuine fic on this in the near future.

Lunch’s list:

@fratboymattstone @soluvly

(Also if you wanna be tagged in my future works let me know!)

[treyparkerwhore]

The Thrill of the Game

Pairing: Older!Trey Parker x Younger!F!Reader Smut

Summary: The distance between you and your boyfriend seems to be growing by the day. While hanging at the studio, a young, attractive contractor catches your eye. You figure, what's the harm in some innocent flirting while your boyfriend's back is turned?

Word Count: 5,177

A/N: I got a suggestion to not use first person POV and to limit the use of Y/N. So, I'm trying it out! I actually really prefer this style, but I'm still new to it. If there are any errors or if you have suggestions, please let me know! Thank you! :)

When you started dating Trey, you realized what you were signing up for. Whenever he was working on a project, you wouldn’t really see him. He was almost like a Rent-a-Boyfriend. He was there for the important things - birthdays, anniversaries, holidays, etc. But when it came to day to day life, you rarely saw him. It got to the point where you hadn’t heard from him in days, which led to you paying him a visit at the studio. 

Apparently, a giant pipe had burst a week ago, so an entire chunk of the building was under restoration. Since Matt and Trey refused to push the next episode’s air date, the crew worked around the construction. The chaotic energy of the studio was multiplied tenfold with the addition of construction workers constantly going in and out, white tarps draped everywhere, the sound of a jackhammer running constantly. It was Trey’s own personal hell. 

You arrived with the intent on cheering him up. Even though you had an agreement with him, never show up to the studio during work hours. Trey didn’t want you to see that side of him. Things could get dark for him really fast when he was stressed and the last thing he wanted was to expose you to it. Walking down the hallway towards his office, you were greeted with wary looks and unsure smiles from the other crew. You knew what they were all thinking, “What the fuck is she doing here?” 

Trying your best to ignore the stares, you finally reached the door to Trey’s office. You smiled at the small doodle of Stan beside his name before knocking on the door. 

“I fucking told you to not come in here under any circumstances while I’m-“ 

Trey cut himself off when he saw you standing on the other side of the door. His brows furrowed and his eyes softened slightly as he looked you up and down. Clearly, you weren’t what he was expecting. You hold up the fast food bag you had brought as a peace offering with a shy smile on your face. 

He sighs as he pinches the bridge of his nose in minor frustration. “Baby, I told you to not come to the studio when I’m working on a show.” 

“I…I know, but it’s been a while since I’ve heard from you and I figured you were hungry and I just…” You gestured to the bag in your hand as your gaze fell to the ground.

Trey’s gaze softens and he smiles weakly. His hand gently grabs hold of your chin, tilting your head back up towards him. “But, I can take a break, I guess. Can’t let that McDonald’s go to waste.”

Ever since then, Trey was more open to the idea of you hanging out at the studio during the work week. His only rule was you cannot sit in the writers room. In his own words, your presence there would be “too distracting”. Which leads to you hanging out in his office during brainstorm sessions. Luckily, he had so many knick knacks and Lego sets, boredom wasn’t in question, but that didn’t mean loneliness wasn’t.

You were currently sitting at Trey’s desk, fiddling with a Denver Broncos bobblehead as you waited for Trey to be done with the latest brainstorm session. The clock hanging above the door seemed to move too slow as you spun in Trey’s office chair. You were used to the writing sessions taking a long time, especially when they were working on an episode from scratch, but today seemed to be taking even longer. 

You stood up from the chair, still playing with the bobblehead as you began to look at the corkboard behind his desk. You smiled at the many mementos he had held onto over the years. The board was littered with newspaper clippings from when he and Matt were just starting to make it big, photos from his college years and when they were working on Cannibal! The smile on your face softened when you saw a picture of the two of you tucked behind another article. It was clear he wanted this one to be hidden, for his eyes only. From the many hole punctures on the top of the photo, you guessed he’d taken it off the board to look at it many times. 

Moving the article out of the way, you were finally able to see the full picture. It was taken maybe a year ago, on Christmas morning. It was the first holiday season you had spent together. You were both in your pajamas with matching cases of bedhead. You were sitting in Trey’s lap, his arms wrapped around your waist. His head was resting on top of yours, a sleepy yet contented smile on his face. You weren’t sure how long you spent staring at the photo. It brought back so many different feelings, ones you were trying to ignore for the sake of your sanity. 

It was no surprise that you felt miles away from Trey. You knew he threw himself into everything he worked on. He was devoted to a fault. It was one of the things you loved most about him. When you started dating, you were the thing he was most devoted to. Going from months of stress free, no work Trey to…this was hard to say the very least. 

You didn’t even realize you had been crying until a tear fell on the photo. You quickly wiped it away, cursing under your breath. You stuck it back on the board, making sure to move the article to cover it again. 

“Hey, Trey. I needed to give you the…”

You spun around, immediately locking eyes with the man standing in the doorway. He looked to be closer in age to you, most likely in his late 20’s to early 30’s. He had jet black hair that was slicked back. His eyes were a shade darker than Trey’s, they weren’t nearly as icy as his. He was clean shaven, dressed in a white button up that was tucked into dark blue jeans. The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up, allowing his tan, muscular arms to be on full display. He wasn’t too beefy, but you could tell the guy took care of himself.

He leaned against the doorway of Trey’s office, a warm smile on his face as he drank in your appearance. You tried to make an effort to look nice for Trey, since he was surrounded by writers who wore the same clothes for days. But now, under the man’s gaze, you wished you had ditched the tight fitting jeans for the sweats you wanted to wear this morning. 

“You’re not Trey.” He said with a smile, his voice velvet smooth. 

“Clearly.” You retorted as you set the bobblehead back down on Trey’s desk. You crossed your arms over your chest as you tried to appear casual. “Um, he’s in a meeting right now. But I could take a message for you.”

The man shook his head as he pushed himself off of the doorway. In a few short strides, he was beside you, setting down a stack of paperwork on Trey’s desk. “I’ll just leave it for him to see, no worries.” He sat on the corner of Trey’s desk as he looked you up and down again, almost approvingly. “I don’t believe we’ve met. I’m Gary, the contractor working on renovating the bathrooms.” 

You shook the man’s hand, immediately taken aback at how strong his grip seemed. “I’m Y/N, Trey’s girlfriend.”

“His girlfriend?” Gary asked with an amused smirk. He looked you up and down, clearly not believing you. Trey was older than you, with him being 45 and you being 23. You had gotten used to people judging or being confused by your relationship, but it never bothered you. “How’d he bag a pretty thing like you?” 

You didn’t mean to blush at his words and normally you wouldn’t. But with Trey being so distant lately, it felt like weeks since you’ve gotten a real compliment from someone. Not to mention that most people asked how you managed to get Trey to date you. It was never the other way around. Not wanting to encourage Gary’s flirting, you looked down at the ground as you walked around the desk, using it as a physical border between the two of you. 

“How come I’ve never seen you around before, Y/N?” Gary asked. 

You looked up finally, grateful for the shift away from his flirty comment. “Um, Trey’s kinda private when it comes to South Park. But he’s been here most of the time since the new season started, so I’ve been trying to stop by every so often so I can see him.”

Gary hummed in response, nodding once as he began to circle the desk, nearing you. “That’s a shame, I wouldn’t mind seeing you around here more often.” 

You attempted to take a step back, but your back hit the corkboard behind Trey’s desk. Gary laughs softly as you blush once you realize you’re somewhat trapped. When you look back at Gary, he’s smiling almost smugly as he looks you up and down again. His blue eyes settled on your chest for a solid ten seconds, and you had the urge to smack him upside the head, but you hesitated. You couldn’t deny that Gary was handsome and his flirting didn’t give you the creeps like most times. It felt good to be desired, to be wanted. The last time Trey had been intimate with you was nearly three weeks ago. It wasn’t like you were really cheating if you just let Gary flirt with you, right?

You bit your bottom lip as you contemplated the choice ahead of you. Do you be the dutiful girlfriend and shoot down the very handsome, very tempting contractor’s attempts at flirting? Or do you act naive and let him keep going? You look over Gary’s shoulder towards the general direction of the writers room, trying to see if Trey was seeing this, if you were about to get caught. All you saw was him pacing around the room, his hand firmly planted in his hair as he tugged at the greying strands. You look back at Gary, who’s giving you an amused, but still flirty grin. 

In your best innocent, flirty voice, you ask him, “So, what exactly does a contractor even do?”

….

“So, this is my next project. It’s some historic building in Malibu, and I get to gut that beauty clean and build it from the ground up.” Gary said with a smirk as he laid out his latest blueprints in front of you. You bend down a bit, trying to get a better view at the details. Your breath hitches as Gary steps behind you, placing a hand on the small of your back. He leans down, his breath fanning across your neck. He put his index finger on a part of the blueprint and began to drag it across the paper. “I’m gonna take this entire wall out and completely redo the wiring.” 

You didn’t mean for the flirting to get this bad. It started out innocently enough, with playful comments and stares across the building. But now, the guy practically had you bent over a table on full display for anyone to see. You couldn’t deny the rush you felt at the idea of Trey walking in right now. He was so close to you guys, pacing in the writers room behind you. The large windows gave all of the writers, plus Matt and Trey, a front row seat to the interaction between you and Gary. But so far, no one seemed to notice. 

You move your hair to the side, allowing the right side of your neck to be on full display. Still looking over your shoulder, you look up at Gary, a flirty smile on your face. You take your bottom lip between your teeth as you let your eyes rake up Gary’s toned body. Even though he was stunning, you couldn’t deny that, you were still picturing Trey. You felt yourself shiver as you imagined Trey bending you over a table like this, caging you in. 

Unbeknownst to you, someone finally noticed the interaction. Matt leaned back in his chair, trying to stretch out the tense muscles in his back. A low groan left his lips as he turned his head to the side. His green eyes widened when he saw his best friend’s girlfriend giving the “fuck me” eyes to their contractor. Matt froze in his seat as he looked back to Trey, who was still pacing around the table. When Trey got close to Matt, he quickly elbowed him, getting Trey’s attention. 

Trey glared at Matt, immediately confused and pissed. Matt discretely nodded in the direction of Y/N and the contractor, hoping Trey would see it without alerting the other ten or so writers in the room. Trey’s confusion grew as Matt nodded again, clearly trying to get Trey’s attention on something. His blue eyes narrowed as he finally followed Matt’s gaze. He tensed immediately as he realized what had gotten his friend’s attention. 

Red, hot anger filled his system as he took in the image laid before him. His girl bent over for Gary, her bottom lip between her teeth as she practically undressed him with her eyes. His hands clenched into fists as he saw the way her back arched for him, the way she was shamelessly sticking her ass out for the man. It took all of his strength to not storm out of the room and smack the smug smile off Gary’s face. But he didn’t want to draw any more attention to the situation than he already had. 

Trey discretely nodded at Matt in return as he resumed his pacing. He took a deep, steadying breath as he desperately tried to calm himself. “You know what guys? We’ve been at it for a while now. Why don’t we take an hour and we’ll try this again in a bit, okay?” 

The writers were confused but didn’t pass on the opportunity of a break. They filed out of the room, the sound making Gary pull away from you. You stood up straight, running a hand through your hair as you tried to fix your appearance. Luckily, none of the writers shot you any looks, so you knew you were in the clear. 

“Dude, you good? Need me to help?” Matt asked Trey as they both slowly began to walk towards the door. “I’ll break that guy’s fucking teeth if he tries that shit again.” 

Trey shook his head, his eyes narrowing as he watched you and Gary attempt to look normal again. “No, I got it.” He said through his teeth.

Matt nodded once, knowing it was better to let Trey handle this. By the determined, dark look in his eyes, Matt knew Trey was gonna make sure Gary never pulled that shit again. He chuckled softly, nodding again as he left the room. 

You locked eyes with Matt as he left the writers room and fear immediately flooded your system. Just in the split second you made eye contact, you knew that he saw. But that was the least of your concerns. If Matt saw, there was no way in hell he’d keep it to himself. You stood up on your toes, looking over Gary’s shoulder, attempting to catch a glimpse of Trey. You felt your heart sink when you finally did lock eyes with him. He was standing by the doorway, his arms crossed over his chest, a dark, almost menacing look on his face. Without speaking, he pushed off the wall and stalked towards the two. With an iron grip, he grabbed your arm and yanked you away from Gary and down the hall. 

“T…Trey, look, I can explain, okay? You see I was just-”

“Shut it.” Trey cut you off in a sharp, deep voice. 

He continued to pull you down the hall, towards his office. You made it there in record time, in just a matter of seconds. He gently pushed you in the room as he shut and locked the door behind him. You staggered a bit, trying to catch your balance as you looked at Trey. He looked furious, hurt, betrayed, but above all…aroused. You could always tell whenever he was turned on, from the way his brows would furrow and his blue eyes would almost look black as he stared at you. 

“Trey, I swear to God, I can explain. Just give me a second to-” 

He took a step towards you, gripping your chin with an iron grip, effectively silencing you. “I fucking told you to shut up.” 

Still holding onto your chin, he backs you towards his desk, pushing you so you’re sitting on top of it. He lets go of your chin, instead using both of his hands to trap you against the desk. His blue eyes narrow again as he looks you up and down, drinking in your appearance. His scowl turned into a sick grin as he saw the redness in your cheeks and the scared look in your eyes. 

“You just couldn’t help yourself could you? Needed my attention so fucking bad you had to go off and act like a whore in front of my entire staff?” Trey said with a dark chuckle as he ran a hand up your leg, stopping just above your knee. “I shouldn’t fuck you for a week just to teach you a lesson.” 

Your eyes widened and you couldn’t help the gasp that escaped your lips at his threat. A week? You were already going on a damn month without him, you didn’t know if you could survive another week. That’s what was so enticing about screwing around with Gary. You didn’t want him, you never wanted him, but the feeling of being desired and wanted was too intoxicating to pass up. Every interaction you had with Gary, you always pictured Trey. Even just now, when he had you bent over the table to look at the blueprints, you were imagining your boyfriend behind you. You had closed your eyes and tried to remember the feeling of Trey’s stubble tickling your skin whenever he peppered kisses up and down your neck. You wanted so badly to just explain that to Trey, to make him understand you’d never trade him for anyone else. Your attempts at explaining yourself were cut off when Trey spoke up again. 

“But I think I need to remind that fucker who you belong to instead.” He said with a cocky smirk as he used one of his hands to part your thighs. 

Trey doesn’t hesitate, he pops open the button to your jeans effortlessly. He tries to yank them down, but struggles when you don’t lift your hips for him. An animalistic growl leaves his lips as he locks eyes with you, almost daring you to defy him again. You swallow nervously and immediately lift your hips, allowing him to tug down your jeans. Trey hums in approval when he sees the distinct wet patch on your cotton panties. 

“Is this for me or for him?” He asks as he runs a finger up and down your clothed heat. 

“You.” You reply quickly, not wanting to risk him actually thinking you’d ever get worked up over someone like Gary. “Only for you.” 

“But I’ve barely even touched you. Are you really this worked up over fucking nothing?” He asks with a gruff, mocking chuckle as he continues to toy with you over your underwear. When Trey’s finger dances over your clothed clit, you can’t help the whine that leaves your lips, eliciting another chuckle from Trey. “Poor baby, you’re just so fucking needy for my touch, aren’t you?” 

Another pathetic whine leaves your lips as you try to buck your hips up into Trey’s touch. To your chagrin, he pulled his hand away entirely, leaving you with nothing. He tuts to himself, shaking his head disapprovingly as he steps away from you. 

“You know, I was gonna treat you real nice tonight to make up for things lately. Was gonna take you out to dinner to that little hole in the wall in Malibu that you love. Then, when I got you home, I was gonna fucking worship you, make up for the month of neglecting your pretty, little pussy.” Trey explained as he toyed with the waistband of your panties. He dipped his finger beneath the band for a second before releasing it with a sharp snap. You gasped and jumped as the elastic hit your skin. “But because you were too fucking impatient and wanted to act like a slut to get my damn attention, I have to put a hold on my plans.” 

You pouted when you heard his original plan for you. You wanted to scream. It never occurred to you that Trey was missing you just as much as you were missing him. If you knew what he had wanted for you two tonight, you would’ve pushed Gary away, you would’ve locked yourself in his office for the rest of the day. But your needs got the better of you and now you had to face the consequences. 

Trey knelt between your open legs, settling on the floor. His hands moved up to the waist of your panties again, yanking them down swiftly. Once they were off, he balled them up in his hand, bringing them to his nose. He took a long, deep inhale of them, a low groan leaving his lips as your familiar scent filled him. He took another quick sniff before tucking the panties into his back pocket.

“Now, you’re gonna sit there and take what I give you, you got that?” Trey asked as he pulled you closer to the edge of the desk. You nodded fervently, grateful for whatever he was willing to give you. “No whining, no pouting. You wanted to act like a little slut, huh? Well, I’ll treat you like one.” 

With that, he quickly ducked his head down, his lips finding your throbbing heat in record time. He licks a long, slow stripe up your slit, making sure to get his fill of your juices. His lips move up to your swollen, neglected clit. He sucks the sensitive bud in his mouth, using his tongue to draw patterns against it. You bite your hand to attempt to muffle the cry of pleasure that left your lips. The last thing you needed was the entire office hearing you come undone for Trey. 

Trey mercilessly laps at your clit, his tongue painting pictures against you so beautifully and precisely, it makes your head spin. The near month long dry spell you and Trey had only made your orgasm approach faster than it normally would. It felt like he had only begun worshipping your aching heat seconds ago, but you already felt your impending release. Using your free hand, you grab hold of Trey’s hair, tugging at the greying strands as you bucked your hips up into him. Just as you feel yourself about to dissolve into pure pleasure, he pulls away. For a second, you think you’re dreaming, but then you hear Trey’s familiar laugh. 

You look down and see him smiling at your defeated expression. He licks his lips as another chuckle escapes him. “You really think I was gonna let you cum just like that? After the bullshit you pulled today? Oh, baby, you have no idea what I have in store for you.” 

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You’re a whimpering, sweaty, pleading mess on his desk an hour later. Every single time you were on the brink of orgasm, the fucker pulled away. After nearly ten ruined orgasms, you were desperate for something, anything from him. The pleasure he was giving you was almost painful at this point. If he so much as blew a stream of air onto your throbbing, swollen clit, you’d whimper and writhe around on top of his desk. The familiar cord began to tighten in the core of your stomach again and you sobbed into your hand. 

Trey hums in approval, sensing you were at the brink again. He uses one of his hands to keep you pinned to his desk, momentarily stopping your squirming. You look down and see his eyes flutter shut as he seems to lose himself in pleasuring you. For a brief moment, relief floods your system as you start to think he’ll finally let you finish after nearly an hour of torture. Just as you relax and let your own eyes close, ready to let your climax wash over you, but then…he pulls away again. 

A pathetic sob leaves your lips as you wriggle against his hold on you again. Your eyes fly open, immediately locking with his blue ones. You try to convey a million different apologies and pleads as you stare down at him. 

“Please…” You cry out as frustrated tears begin to roll down your cheeks. “I’m sorry, Trey. I’m so, so sorry. I’ll never do that again, okay? Just please stop torturing me like this, I can’t take anymore of it. I’ll do anything. Please, Trey.” 

Trey smirks in approval at your pathetic begging. He gets off of the ground, moving to lean over you. His smirk softens as he wipes away one of your tears. He gently caresses your cheek, “You learn your lesson, baby?”

You don’t hesitate, you nod furiously as more tears roll down your face. 

He hums approvingly as he begins to undo his belt and shimmy down his jeans. You sigh with relief when he finally frees his length from his boxers. You were about to reach down, wanting to take his erection in your hand and pump it lazily, but he slapped your hand away. You whined softly as you pulled your hand back towards yourself. Before you could protest, he lined himself up with your entrance and buried himself deep inside. You quickly clamped your hand over your mouth, muffling the high pitched mewl that left your lips. Trey’s hand dug into the soft flesh of your hips, gripping it so tightly you were sure there’d be bruises there in the morning. 

“Here’s what’s gonna happen…” Trey rasped gruffly as he began to set a slow, steady pace. He used his free hand to remove yours from your mouth. “You’re not gonna muffle those pretty sounds you’re making. I want the entire fucking studio to know who exactly you belong to, got that?”

You nod fervently, too pent up to even speak. You were just grateful that he was giving you anything tonight, you were sure he was gonna continue his torture for another hour. 

“Words, baby.” Trey cooed softly, as he continued rocking his hips at a slow, agonizing pace. “You’re gonna be a good girl for me, right?”

“Yes, Trey.” You panted out as you slowly began to roll your hips up into his lazy thrusts, attempting to create more friction. “I’ll be good, I promise.” 

He flashes you a proud smile, clearly content with your response. 

But then, he pulls out of you, leaving you feeling so empty and neglected. You give him a confused, needy look. You’re about to sit up, try to pull him back towards you, but then he enters again, with less mercy this time. His hips snap against yours fiercely, resulting in a loud, wanton moan leaving your lips. Out of instinct, you try to muffle the sound with your hand, but Trey is quicker. He grabs hold of both of your wrists, pinning them above your head on the desk. His thrusts are rough, near animalistic, proving just how much he had truly needed you this past month. 

A chorus of moans, whines, whimpers, and pants leave your pouted lips as he continues to expertly roll and thrust himself into you. He bends down, burying his head in your neck, his hot, ragged breath fanning across your skin. He’s holding onto you so tightly, like you would disappear from his fingers if he loosened his hold on you. 

“Who do you belong to?” He grunts into your ear. 

“Y..You, Trey.” You sputter out between moans. 

“Louder.” He commands gruffly as he picks up his pace. 

Your back arches off the desk and up into his touch as you feel yourself begin to further dissolve into the pleasure he was giving you. An animalistic mewl leaves your lips as you cry out, “You! I’m yours, Trey!” 

He groans approvingly against the skin of your neck as he tightens his grip on you. “That’s right, baby.” 

His thrusts become more frantic as he begins to lose the fast paced rhythm he’d previously set. HIs breathing turns more ragged, signalling to you that he too was close to his release. With each frantic, rough slam of his hips, he sends another flame of pure ecstasy and pleasure through your entire body. Every thing he does fans the flame burning in the pit of your stomach. You feel yourself begin to succumb to the flame, wanting nothing more than to give into the blistering heat. 

Trey can tell, he’s always been able to read you like a book. Another low groan escapes his lips as he feels the way your walls flutter and tighten around his length. 

“That’s it.” He praises through a low grunt. “Fucking come for me, baby.” 

Your body surrenders, unable to deny his request. A mixture of high pitched moans paired with Trey’s name leave your lips as you finally allow yourself to be engulfed by the blistering heat of your climax. You spasm and squirm underneath him as he helps you ride out the wave. He isn’t far behind you. You feel him paint your walls with his release as his thrusts turn lazy and less frantic before stopping entirely. 

You're both a sweaty, panting mess on his desk. Your limp beneath him, still trying to ride the aftershock of your release. He doesn’t speak for a while, the only sound coming from him being his ragged, uneven breathing. Finally, he gently removes himself from you. After cleaning you up the best he can, he helps you slide up your panties and jeans. You sit up, running a hand through your disheveled, slightly damp hair. 

He gives you a tired but contented smile as he takes a step towards you. He bends down, placing a soft, gentle kiss on your lips. 

“Don’t you ever pull a stunt like that again, got it?” He warns in a soft yet firm voice. 

“Never again.” You agree quickly.  Trey flashes you another smile as he helps you off his desk. He leads you towards the door to his office as he lazily drapes his arm over your shoulders. “Come on. Let’s go check in with our good pal Gary.”

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[asouthparkiteer]

Tour of a Lifetime 18+

Trey Parker x Matt stone x Gn!reader

Track 1: The beginning

DVDA AU!Series

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MTV Interview 1997

“Do you mind if I talk to them?” The interviewer asks someone standing nearby “Sure” she responded stepping out of the way so the interviewer could get closer “This is DVDA, Are you in the band too?” The interviewer asked you. You replied “yeah” while trying to walk past not wanting to be on camera. You leaving Matt and Trey to deal with interviewer. “These guys have been in the scene, you may have seen them play for primus awhile back and recently around some bars in LA .” The interviewer continued to ask them. “How was it like playing for primus?” “Oh it was awesome man! We’ve always been huge primus fans and it was cool to play alongside them.” Matt said expressing huge gratitude. “That’s great, is this all the band?” The interviewer asks. “No you probably just saw one of our bassists run by and we had another friend of ours from college played with us for awhile, but right now it’s just us three.” Trey answered “oh so you’ve been doing this since college?” The interviewer asked now pointing the microphone towards Trey “Not really college but we’ve started pretty much right after and came to LA.” “Well DVDA first time on MTV!” The interviewer said. Trey saying ‘yes’ but the audio didn’t quite pick it up. “Well thanks for your time guys.”

The interview ended with another quick ‘thank you’ and another cordial ‘nice to meet you.’ Quickly Matt and Trey ran to find you. “Dude why the fuck did you leave?” Trey asked. “Uhh I thought they were some random news station or something and I didn’t necessarily felt like being on camera.” You said with a shrug not seeing the big deal. “Dude that was fucking MTV!” Trey said still shocked at your laid back response. “No fucking way! Are you serious?” You say with your eyes going wide with your mouth hung wide open in shock. “No dude and you fucking missed it!” Matt said finally budding in. “I knew other labels were interested but getting interviewed by MTV? Insane.” You said now getting more excited about what this could mean for the future for you guys. Hopefully now this means you guys won’t be sleeping in piles of clothing on the floor or someone’s house that was decent enough to let you stay there. Hell sleeping in hotel might be better than some of those but not by much. You just hope that MTV interview pays off.

“Should we celebrate with McDonald’s?” Trey says hoping you guys say yes. “Of course you’d say there fatass” Matt says giving Trey a look that he knows he’s teasing. “Are we really gonna burn cash on a fucking Big Mac?” You ask groaning knowing you don’t have a genuine dollar to your name. “Uhh yeah what else would we spend it on?” Trey says as he’s getting into the passenger seat of Matt’s truck with Matt getting in on the driver’s side. You genuinely having to sit in the bed of the truck. Was it safe? No. Have you almost fallen out? Yeah. But what else can you do when this is basically it. God maybe you are about to spend your money on a McDonald’s cheeseburger. “I don’t know maybe gas so we can make money so you can feed your addiction?” You yell at him before you take off. “Are you good?” Matt yells before he takes off. “Yeah” You say holding on and praying that you don’t die. I mean it’s kinda a cool way to go out but you’d prefer something cooler. They’d always joke about you being thrown out the back like a prop dummy. As much as they joke they really do drive carefully when you’re back there. Maybe they do care for your well-being after all. How sweet. Yes the bar is in hell.

Once at McDonald’s, per Treys request, you thankfully lived another car ride. Seeing Trey borderline excited about McDonald’s was a joy to witness. “God did you really get two Big Macs?” Matt asked looking at Trey in a “dude you’re actually gonna die when you turn 35”. “Yes, why wouldn’t I? I didn’t think you were that much of a health freak.” Trey said shooting back at him. “I feel like that’s the goal slightly.” You say biting into a fry. “See they get it.” Trey said. Matt rolls his eyes in response. “Dude I still can’t believe we got interviewed by MTV though.” Matt said bringing it up again. “I hope that means something.” You say mumbling to no one in particular. “I mean it has to right? Why wouldn’t it.” Trey said with a hopeful tone in his voice. “Maybe this means we can get a bed or something.” You said kinda in a funny dry tone. They laugh. “Maybe at least a couch.” Matt says. “It would be glorious.” You say kinda dreamily thinking of a nice little place where you’re not having to look for a place to sleep every night.

That night laying on your own pile of clothing looking up at the popcorn ceiling of whose ever house this is and thinking ‘this is really fucking bleak’ but you really wouldn’t trade it for the world. Who knew those two dorks from a stupid film class would end you up here. It’s a crazy world honestly but it’s yours. Wow what a life of a rockstar.

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This will get better trust. This isn’t lore accurate don’t shoot me please. I struggled to start this series for some reason. The chapters probably will be longer I just needed something to start me off.

[treyparkerwhore]

The Corruption - Trey Parker x F!Reader x Matt Stone Smut

A/N: thank u so much for the love! i hope u enjoy, i feel like i cannot write good smut at all, so plz be kind lol

Word Count: 5870

Y/N hummed to herself as she picked up the trashed writers room. She wanted to make sure it was all in order before the next morning’s brainstorm session. She circled the table, pushing in each chair and giving each station a notepad and pens. It wasn’t a part of her job, but it was one of her favorite past times here. It was one of the rare moments she got to take her time with her work. She didn’t have the pressure of being late, she didn’t have to rush. It was therapedic. Besides, it was all worth it when she would see Trey’s contented smile the next day when he would stumble upon her work. 

Matt was another story. She couldn’t get a good read on the other showrunner. He seemed to despise her. No matter what she did, no matter how hard she worked, he would treat her with indifference. He acted like he couldn’t be bothered by her presence. She had tried everything - baking him his favorite pastries, triple checking all of her work before turning it in, she would dote on him for hours on end and still…nothing. 

She didn’t know what she did to deserve his hatred. She was nothing but kind, hardworking, and quiet. The worst thing was, Trey was the complete opposite. He showered her with praise. He gave her special attention. It was almost like he was trying to make up for Matt’s shortcomings. It was so confusing. She couldn’t understand how the two best friends could be so different from each other. 

“Hey, Y/N.” 

Trey’s voice broke her out of her concentration. She turned around and smiled when they locked eyes. He was leaning in the doorway casually, his arms crossed over his chest. His blue eyes trailed up and down her figure, staring at her in a way she had never seen before, a way she couldn’t describe. 

“I’m not interrupting you, am I?” He asked, pushing off the wall and walking towards her.

She could feel her face heat up as her smile grew. She quickly shook her head, “No, not at all. Did you need me for something, Mr. Parker?”

Trey’s friendly smile morphed into a slightly dark smirk as he neared the girl. He stuck his hands in his pockets and shrugged casually as he circled her like a shark. “Maybe. I kinda need help with something.” He stopped circling, standing directly in front of her. He put his arms on either side of her, backing her against the table. He saw her eyes widen as the small of her back bumped into the wood. “To tell you the truth, I don’t really trust anyone else besides you. I know you’ll help me, won’t you?”

Her expression was almost dumbfounded as his words began to sink in. She couldn’t gather the words to answer, so she simply nodded, her E/C eyes wide as she stared up at him. 

“Thank you, Y/N. I knew I could trust you.” He replied, his gaze a bit softer now, less hungry. He stepped back, freeing her from his temporary trap. “Do you have time now to check it out?”

“O-Of course, Mr. Parker. I…I’d be honored.” She stammered, her voice wavering as she spoke. 

The beast inside Trey was beaming with success as he began to see her shy demeanor begin to take over. But he forced his expression to remain casual, what she was used to. He motioned to the door, signalling for her to follow. They left the writers room, Y/N trailing behind Trey. When they reached his office, he gently put a hand on the small of her back, ushering her inside. 

The sound of the office door clicking shut and locking made Y/N immediately turn around. She gasped softly when she saw Matt behind her, a hungry look on his face. Instinctively, she took a step closer to Trey. A dark chuckle left Matt’s lips as he began to stalk towards her. 

“Hello, Y/N.” Matt purred, walking past Y/N and towards Trey’s desk. He perched himself on the corner of the desk, eying Y/N up and down as she stood next to Trey. Matt noticed the somewhat solemn look on Trey’s face as they began the charade. He gave Trey a subtle shake of his head, a sign to pull it together. 

“Good evening, Mr. S-Stone.” Y/N replied, her voice barely above a whisper. She turned to Trey, her eyes wide, confusion swirling in her E/C irises. 

Trey inhaled deeply, pulling himself together, forcing himself to take the mask off and allow the darkness to come to the surface. His smirk replicated Matt’s as he slowly led Y/N towards Matt. She unknowingly obeyed, slowly beginning to back towards Matt. “I’m sure you have a million questions, Y/N.”

“What is he doing here?” Matt said with a smirk. Y/N jumped and took a step back towards Trey. Matt slid off the desk and backed her towards the other man. 

“What’s going on?” Trey continued, now just behind Y/N. She gasped when her back met his chest. She took a step away from both men, subconsciously backing towards the wall. Both men began to close in.

“What do you want?” Matt continued. 

“What did I do?” Trey added with a dark chuckle. 

Y/N’s back met the wall and a soft shriek left her lips. Her eyes flickered from the wall to the men back to the wall. They did it, they had trapped her. Her eyes went to Trey’s, silently pleading for help. To her horror, his smirk just grew, his blue eyes turning nearly black as the hunger grew in them. Her breathing began to quicken and tears began to prick at her eyes. 

“Don’t worry, sweetness.” Trey cooed softly, taking a step towards her. He wiped away her tears, gently soothing her. “I said I needed your help with something, I wasn’t lying. It’s just that Matt here has that same problem. You’ll help him too, right?”

She sniffled, her confusion growing as she looked between the two men. “O-Of course, Mr. Parker.”

“Good girl, Y/N. I knew I could count on you.” Trey praised softly, tucking a stray piece of hair behind her ear. 

Matt grumbled under his breath, beginning to pace beside the other two. He shot Trey an impatient glare. “Let’s get on with it, dude. I can’t wait forever.”

“We agreed I’d be taking the lead, so shut it.” Trey snapped, his voice pointed and sharp. Y/N’s eyes widened, she had never heard Trey speak this way before. She watched as his glare directed at Matt softened into an almost tender gaze when he brought his attention to her. “Forgive me, Y/N. Matt’s just a little impatient, I don’t blame him though. We have been waiting for you for a long time.”

She didn’t realize it, but as Trey spoke to Y/N, he managed to lead her back towards the small loveseat in the room. The back of her knees hit the plush cushions and instinctively, she sat down. Her eyes flickered between the two men as they towered over her, looking down at her like she was the last drink of water in a scorching desert. Even though the hunger was the same in both men's eyes, Matt’s gaze was slightly darker and more sinister than Trey’s. Where Matt looked proud, almost cocky at orchestrating this entire situation, Trey looked…apologetic, remorseful, like he was full of regret. 

“Y-You’ve been waiting for me?” She asked softly, her voice trembling as she tried to calm herself on the sofa. She tugged at the bottom of her pencil skirt, desperately trying to pull it down, to shield her skin from the eyes of her bosses. 

“Only four fucking months.” Matt muttered under his breath, resulting in another glare of warning from Trey. 

“You’re very special, Y/N. There’s something about you that just drew us both into you.” Trey praised softly, taking a seat on her right side. He placed one of his large hands over her smaller one, tugging it away from her skirt’s hemline. 

“We just couldn’t act like it.” Matt continued, sitting beside her on the left. “If both of us were constantly praising and giving you special attention, how do you think the others would feel? Trey and I agreed that I’d take a more…strict approach with you, for appearances sake.” 

As the men talked, Y/N’s eyes kept flitting between the two men. Although she believed every word they said, it all seemed…rehearsed. Like it wasn’t their first time taking special interest in an intern. But she pushed that thought down, wanting to stay present in the moment. An unfamiliar heat was beginning to rise inside her. Maybe it was the way both men had caged her in on the couch. Or maybe it was the feeling of Trey’s hand on top of hers, but the feeling wasn’t going away. It felt like there was a fire in the pit of her stomach and each breath and glance from either man fanned the flame.

“I see.” She said slowly, still trying to wrap her head around the situation. “So, what does this have to do with me helping you?”

Trey and Matt shared a look, clearly pleased with her curiosity. Trey straightened, casually draping his arm across the back of the sofa, lazily resting his hand on Y/N’s shoulder. Matt brushed Y/N’s hair to one side, exposing the left side of her neck to him. He lowered his head, his hot breath fanning across her skin. Her breath hitched, and she attempted to pull away, but Trey’s hand on her shoulder tightened, keeping her in place. 

“Think of it as us helping you.” Matt breathed against her skin, his voice low and hungry. “You’re such a good intern, after all. We just want to repay you, Y/N. It’s the least we can do.”

Matt lowered his lips, peppering kisses up the left side of her neck. A sharp gasp left Y/N’s lips and she jerked again, more intensely this time. With both hands, Trey held onto both of her shoulders, rubbing soothing circles against her chiffon blouse. Each kiss Matt gave her accompanied by the soothing circles Trey traced on her shoulder sent another electric shock through her being. 

“Shh…” Trey shushed in her ear, his breath fanning against the shell of her ear. “Matt knows what he’s doing. Let him make you feel good, sweetness. Let us take care of you, hm?”

A half assed protest began to conjure in her throat, but it vanished when Trey began kissing the other side of her neck. She couldn’t understand why, but she wanted this, even if she didn’t completely understand what was happening. Y/N had never had a boyfriend, hadn’t even been kissed. This was all uncharted territory for her. 

Matt ran a hand up her stocking clad thigh, trailing over her skirt and to the hem of her blouse. His hand slipped underneath the soft fabric, tracing patterns on the skin of her stomach, just below her breast. Trey’s hand trailed down her side, stopping at the bottom of her skirt. He toyed with the fabric, but never slipped his hand underneath. As both men traced their own distinct patterns against her skin, their lips moved in beautiful harmony. Each set of lips sent a different thrill up her spine. Matt was a bit rougher with his kisses, his teeth dragged against her skin between kisses, it was just the perfect amount of pain and pleasure. Trey was softer, sweeter. It felt like he was worshipping each inch of skin his lips touched. He doted on her, making sure there was no spot untouched. 

She relaxed slightly, slowly slumping on the couch. Her head tilted back slightly, resting against the wall behind them. The new position allowed both men even more access to her neck. A satisfied groan left Trey’s lips at the realization. He wasted no time taking advantage of it. Too caught up in Trey’s assault on her neck, she didn’t feel Matt’s lips pull away from her skin. His large hand cupped her jaw, bringing her lips up towards his. Her eyes shot open as he kissed her. She froze, unsure of what to do. Should she kiss back? Should she keep sitting here and let him lead? Should she pull away and seek Trey’s guidance? Before she could make up her mind, Matt pulled away, a dark chuckle leaving his lips. 

“Jesus, you’re acting like you’ve never been kissed before.” He teased, running his thumb over her slightly pouted bottom lip. Her face turned bright red, unable to deny his accusation. Matt’s eyes widened slightly before another bark of laughter left his lips. He pulled away, running a hand through his short curls. The sound of his laughter made Trey pull away from her neck. 

“What the hell is so funny?” He hissed, glaring at Matt. 

“She hasn’t been kissed!” Matt says, still chuckling. 

Y/N’s eyes dropped to her knees as more embarrassment filled her system. She was sure her face was bright red.

“Shut the fuck up, dude.” Trey gritted through his teeth. He reached behind her, smacking Matt upside the head, silencing his cackles. Trey turned to Y/N, a gentle smile on his face. “Is that true, Y/N? Have you ever kissed?”

“No…” She said softly, her voice trailing off towards the end. She kept her gaze locked on her knees, too humiliated to meet either man’s eyes. 

“It’s alright, honey.” Trey cooed, placing a gentle hand under her chin, tilting her face up towards his. “Nothing to be embarrassed about. Want me to show you how?”

She nodded, her eyes momentarily landing on Trey’s soft, pink lips. Out of the two, Trey seemed to have the most respect for her. He wouldn’t get upset with her for her lack of knowledge or experience. 

But to her surprise, Trey turned her back around to face Matt, who was waiting for her with a smug grin. She tensed in Trey’s arms, her nerves immediately doubling when she locked eyes with the other man. He chuckled in response. 

“Relax.” Trey whispered in Y/N’s ear, his hands moving to her shoulders. He began to rub small circles on the tense muscles in an attempt to help her relax. “Matt’s got you. He’ll take care of you, won’t he?”

She assumed Trey was shooting Matt another look of warning, because she saw the man roll his eyes. “Yeah, I got you.” He said under his breath. 

“Use your tongue to wet your lips. You don’t want chapped lips when you kiss.” Trey instructed in her ear. Y/N listened, quickly running her tongue across her lips. Instinctively, she pursed her them slightly. Both men chuckled. “Don’t pout your lips like that, honey. Just relax, keep things loose and follow Matt’s lead.” 

“No duck lips, I don’t want to feel like I’m kissing a damn fish.” Matt tutted playfully, moving one his hands to hold her face. 

His rough, slightly calloused hands felt good against her smooth skin. His green eyes flicked down to Y/N’s lips then back to her eyes. He gave her a subtle nod before leaning towards her again. He lowered his head, slowly pressing his lips to hers. It was gentler than their first kiss. Matt was surprisingly patient, giving Y/N plenty of time to adjust. 

“Open your mouth a bit, let him suck your bottom lip.” Trey ordered in her ear, speaking barely above a whisper. 

Y/N nodded in the kiss, slightly parting them. Matt smiled, quickly taking her bottom lip in his mouth, molding their lips together. 

They continued like this for a few minutes, with Trey giving the girl pointers as Matt kissed her. Eventually, when both men could sense Y/N’s growing confidence in her abilities, both of them pulled away from her. She sat between them, her lips bright pink and slightly swollen from the kiss. She ran a hand through her hair, a shaky exhale leaving her lips. 

“How was that?” She asked, looking between both men for approval. 

“I’m not sure. I’d have to see how good you are.” Trey said with a smirk, eliciting a chuckle from Matt. 

They repeated their “practice”, this time with Trey kissing Y/N while Matt gave her pointers in her ear. She felt more at ease when she kissed Trey, resulting in her confidence growing. She moved a hand up to cradle his jaw, running her finger across the stubble there. Trey groaned approvingly against her lips. 

Y/N was so caught up in the kiss, she didn’t realize Matt’s hands had moved from her shoulders to trail down her body, settling on her thighs. She gasped against Trey’s lips when she felt Matt’s hand duck beneath her skirt, moving up her stocking clad thighs, stopping just beneath where the trim of her panties was. Instinctively, she jolted, wanting to push his hand away, but Trey kept her still, pinning her to the couch. 

“Shh…” He whispered against her lips, resting his forehead on hers. “We’re taking care of you, remember? We know what you need, sweetness.”

Another amused, dark chuckle came from Matt as he ran a finger up Y/N’s clothed heat. 

“She’s fucking soaked.” Matt said with another laugh. “You poor thing, you must be so fucking pent up all the time.” 

Another gasp left Y/N’s lips as Matt ran his finger over her clothed heat again, stopping just below her clit. Trey muffled the sound of her gasp by bringing his lips down again, kissing her with more fierceness and intensity. He kept his hands on her shoulders, keeping her pinned against the couch as Matt continued to toy with her through her panties, making a point to avoid the sensitive nub. 

When she stopped squirming, Matt hooked his fingers underneath the band of her stockings and panties, slowly sliding them down her legs. The cool air of Trey’s office made her wanna close her legs, but Matt was quicker. He grabbed hold of her thigh, forcing her to keep her legs spread open. Matt started slowly, dragging his fingers across the exposed skin of her thighs, moving slowly up the soft flesh. He made sure to circle her throbbing heat, making a point to avoid it at all costs, wanting to tease her even further. He wanted her writhing, begging for his touch, bucking her hips forward to find some sort of friction. Each time his fingers would inch near her pussy, he could hear her breath hitch as she continued to kiss Trey. 

Finally, after minutes of teasing and borderline torture, he took his index finger and ran up her folds, eliciting a breathy, wanton moan from Y/N’s lips. Both men groaned in harmony at the moan, not expecting such a pornographic sound to come from their innocent appearing intern. 

Trey pulled away from her lips, looking down at where Matt’s hand had disappeared under her skirt. He reached down, shimmying it up, the fabric pooling around her hips. Another groan came from both men as they laid eyes on her naked pussy. 

“Fuck, you’re fucking perfect.” Trey said with another groan, moving his lips to her neck. He began to kiss and suck just below her ear, making her sigh in response. 

Y/N flushed as both men openly gawked at her. Matt ran his finger through her folds again, gathering her arousal on the digit. Before she even had time to think, both men began to move, putting her in a new position. As Matt got off the couch, sinking to his knees, Trey lifted Y/N off the couch effortlessly, settling her between his legs, her back flush against his chest. Matt knelt between her plush thighs, practically drooling as he lowered his head towards her dripping heat. 

Trey snaked an arm around her waist, pulling her even closer to his chest. His other hand began to undo each button of her blouse, eventually revealing the pale pink, lace bra underneath. As he began to slide down the straps of her bra, peppering kisses on her shoulders, Matt began to kiss up her thighs. Her head gently fell back, resting on one of Trey’s strong shoulders, another breathy moan leaving her pouted lips. 

Y/N gasped when she felt Matt’s tongue lick a stripe up her center. She jumped slightly, which only made Trey’s grip on her tighten. Matt repeated this, licking up her dripping pussy, circling his tongue around her swollen clit. He took the nub in his mouth, sucking it gently before letting it go with a soft pop. He worshipped her with his tongue, using his tongue to trace patterns and shapes against her clit. She writhed in Trey’s arms, her moans getting increasingly louder and higher pitched. When Matt gently pushed his index finger in her weeping hole, she nearly cried. Never in her life had she ever felt ecstasy as pure as this. She couldn’t imagine a better feeling than the bliss both men gave her in this moment. Trey removed his lips from her neck, gently resting his head against hers as Matt continued eating her out. He smirked, seeing her pleasure-filled expression etched on her perfect face. 

“You’re doing so good for us, Y/N. Such a good girl.” He praised quietly. He quickly looked down, his eyes locked on Matt’s concentrated expression as he continued to pleasure her with both his finger and mouth. Trey forced his eyes back up, wanting to take in every breath, every moan, every gasp that left Y/N’s lips. 

He pulled down the other strap of her bra, letting them drape lazily over each shoulder. With Y/N distracted, he used the opportunity to move his hands behind her back, undoing the clasp to her bra, allowing the garment to hang loose on her chest. She didn’t argue or even seemed hesitant as he tugged it off of her. She lifted her arms, helping Trey remove it from her body, her eyes never opening. Trey smiled at her growing confidence, eager to see how far it would take her. 

Matt could tell she was close now. The way her breathing quickened, the way her gasps and moans were even higher pitched, the way she was clenching around his finger over and over again. He didn’t stop, he wanted to get her to the edge. He wanted her to want more. He opened his eyes, taking his free hand to nudge Trey, who was back to kissing her neck as he toyed with her breasts. The two men locked eyes for a second, annoyance briefly flashing in Trey’s blue ones. Matt gave him a subtle nod, a signal. Trey understood immediately, a sick grin replacing the annoyance on his face. 

Y/N was in pure heaven. An unfamiliar tightness gathered somewhere in her belly, only getting tighter and tighter with each flick of Matt’s tongue. It was like she was on a rollercoaster climbing up a giant lifthill, and she was just about to fall over the edge. But then, out of nowhere, the cord unraveled entirely. Her eyes shot open as all pleasure left her body. Both men had removed themselves from her. She looked between Matt and Trey, confusion and borderline anger filling her. 

“Don’t give us that look. Good girls wait to cum.” Matt said roughly, sending a shiver up her spine. 

Trey hummed in agreement, sitting up, readjusting himself. Y/N watched as the men seemed to exchange what seemed to be another silent signal. Before she could ask what was happening, Matt flipped her over, positioning her so she was on her knees, her elbows resting on the couch cushion. Trey stood from the couch, joining Matt behind her. Neither of them spoke, they just stared down at her.

“I think it’s time you repaid Matt.” Trey finally said, pushing the other man forward. 

Trey reached down, taking a fistful of her H/C hair, yanking her back towards him, her back hitting his thighs. Matt took Trey’s previous spot, sitting on the couch, spreading open his legs. He kept his eyes locked on Y/N’s as he undid his belt, followed by the button and zipper of his jeans. 

“Take them off.” He instructed Y/N. Any patience or kindness he had shown her before was gone, replaced by the usual cold, rough tone he used with her. 

Trey loosened his grip on her hair, letting her bend down to yank down his pants. The jeans pooled around Matt’s ankles, the only border left was his dark grey boxers. Y/N was about to turn her head, wanting to see Trey’s reassuring smile, wanting his guidance. She yelped out when he yanked on her hair again, forcing her eyes back on Matt. 

“Don’t look at him.” He barked out at her. Matt motioned to his boxers, an impatient look on his face. “Those too. Take them off.”

She listened, quickly tugging them down. She didn’t want to give Matt any reason to be any crueler to her. His hard cock sprang free from the fabric, slapping against his toned stomach. Y/N only allowed herself to stare for a second, before shutting her eyes. They were only closed for less than a second. Trey tugged at her H/C strands again, resulting in her eyes flying open as a soft hiss left her lips. 

“Stop closing your damn eyes.” Matt snarled, his green eyes narrowing at her. “Keep them on me, got it?” 

Y/N swallowed nervously, unsure of what to do. She was about to nod, but Trey did it for her, using her hair to nod her head a few times until she did it herself. 

“Good.” Matt replied, his voice slightly softer. He gave her an almost evil smile. “Open that pretty mouth of yours, baby.” 

Not wanting another tug or yank at her already sore scalp, she opened it slightly. Matt rolled his eyes, leaning forward so he could shove his fingers in her mouth. Using them, he made her open her mouth wider. He didn’t yank them out when she gagged around them, he only smiled. Y/N could feel Trey’s amused laughter against her skin as she gagged around Matt’s fingers again. Matt yanked them out forcingly, eliciting another gag from the girl. She was about to close her mouth, wanting to swallow the saliva that had built in her mouth, but Matt gently slapped her cheek, stopping her. 

“Keep it open, don’t you dare swallow.” He ordered, his voice low and gruff. His eyes flickered down to his throbbing length before settling on Y/N’s face again. “Suck.” 

Hesitantly, she began to lower her head closer to his awaiting length. She couldn’t imagine how she could fit that thing in her mouth without gagging every five seconds. It was a solid length, but the girth is what intimidated her. She wasn’t even sure her mouth was wide enough to fit it inside. Clearly, both men were impatient with her speed. Trey pushed on her head, forcing Matt’s cock inside her small mouth. She sputtered and gagged around it, attempting to push against Trey’s hand to release herself, but he was stronger. He pushed her head more, to the point where her nose brushed against Matt’s navel. 

Finally, he let go of her hair entirely, freeing her from his hold. She lifted her mouth off of Matt’s cock, coughing and trying to catch her breath. Matt chuckled, leaning forward to catch a stray tear that rolled down her cheek. 

“That was a warning. If I don’t think you’re doing a good enough job, Trey will make sure you do.” Matt said as he leaned back against the couch. “We know you’re a pretty, little virgin, but I think you’ve got it in you.” 

Trey, who had been silent for the past few minutes, bent down to her ear, speaking in his kind, warm voice again. “You can do it, sweetness. I’ll be gentle if you’re a good girl and listen to us.”

Not wanting to risk Trey taking control again, she lowered her head once more. She began by swirling her tongue around Matt’s pink, swollen tip. She assumed she was doing good, because he groaned above her. She opened her mouth further, taking in more of his length. As she found her speed and rhythm with her mouth, Trey ran his cool finger up her folds. She moaned, her mouth widening, allowing for more of Matt to fit inside. 

Trey circled his finger around her pussy, teasing the entrance as she began to bob her head up and down Matt’s cock. Her moans were too good when he was giving her next to nothing. He couldn’t wait any longer. As she continued to pleasure Matt, he quickly undid his belt, shoving down his jeans and boxers, freeing his hard length. He pumped it lazily, watching the back of her head move up and down his friend’s dick. 

He used the element of surprise to his advantage. He lined himself to her entrance, teasing her with the tip of his cock. She moaned in response, the sound vibrating around Matt. He timed it perfectly, entering her just as she lowered her head on Matt’s length. Matt, who had been watching Trey, took a fistful of her hair, holding her down as she almost screamed as Trey slowly began to fill her. The men shared a look of approval, admiring the other’s work. 

“You are so fucking tight, honey.” Trey groaned as he filled her completely, his hips meeting hers. “So fucking perfect.” 

Matt felt her tears begin to hit his thighs as he held her down. He smiled, using his thumb to rub comforting circles against her scalp. “Relax your throat, baby. I’m not letting you up until Trey’s ready.” 

Y/N tried to do as he said, forcing herself to relax her tense muscles. The feeling of Matt’s cock in her throat was nothing compared to the burning Trey gave her. She could feel herself stretch around him, trying to adjust. Luckily, he was kind enough to stay still, allowing herself to ride out the burning pain that filled her entire self. After what felt like hours, she could feel the pain began to dissipate, being replaced with something similar to the tightness that had begun to build in her earlier. The men must have felt it too, because they both let out groans and sighs of approval. As Trey began to slowly pump himself into her, Matt released his iron grip on her hair, allowing her to take control again. 

The pain was completely gone as she attempted to move in harmony with Trey’s thrusts. She bobbed her head up and down, swirling her tongue around Matt’s cock as Trey fucked her from behind. The three of them moaned in harmony, the sound carrying above the sounds of wet skin slapping together or of Y/N’s mouth sliding up and down Matt’s length. 

“She’s a fucking natural, man.” Matt praised, another satisfied groan leaving his lips. He tangled his fingers in her hair once more. He didn’t take control this time, he just wanted to have a hold on her. “You’re doing such a good job, honey.” 

“You were fucking made for us, baby.” Trey added, speaking through gritted teeth as he increased his speed. 

Y/N moaned around Matt’s dick in response, loving the way both men filled her completely. The tightness returned with a vengeance this time. Instead of slowly riding up the lifthill, she felt like she was shooting up, unable to stop it. Before she knew it, she was at the top of her climax, about to fall over the edge. She tightened around Trey, another moan leaving her lips and vibrating around Matt. 

“You close? Are you gonna cum for us, Y/N?” Trey rasped in her ear, his thrusts becoming more sloppy and sporadic.

She nodded, another moan leaving her lips. 

“Fuck…” Both men groaned out together. 

“You’re gonna fucking hold it for us.” Matt ordered, tightening his grip on her hair, beginning to take control over her mouth again. 

“You don’t get to cum until we do, so you better fucking work for it.” Trey added, his voice sounding more like a growl. 

His thrusts turned almost animalistic, his hips slamming into her at a brutal and rough pace. Matt followed suit, making her head move faster and forcing her deeper. It took all of her strength to keep her at the crest of her high, to not let herself slip and become undone. She tightened around Trey, gripping his cock like a vice as he continued to pound into her. Wanting to get both of her bosses to their respective highs, she moved one of her hands down, cupping Matt’s balls in it, fondling them gently. 

“Jesus, fuck. Just like that. Fuck.” Matt groaned, his grip tightening on her hair again. 

Trey looked at his friend, sighing in relief when he saw Matt’s face. They had done this enough times that Trey knew all of Matt’s tells whenever he was close. His head was thrown back, his eyes were shut, his mouth agape. He was grateful Matt was finally close, because he wasn’t sure how long he could hold off his own orgasm. 

He dipped his hand underneath Y/N’s body, finding her clit and immediately circling it furiously. A scream ripped through Y/N’s body as Trey’s touch sent her over the edge. She spasmed around both men, effectively sending them both over the edge too. The three of them moaned in harmony as they each came down from their respective highs. Trey slumped over Y/N’s back, still shaking from his orgasm. Matt gently helped Y/N’s mouth off of his length. She gulped, swallowing the remainder of his cum before resting her head on his thigh, gasping for air. 

They stayed like this for a few minutes. Trey finally removed himself from Y/N, making her hiss softly in response. He slumped down beside her, resting his head on the couch. After another minute of silence, he spoke up. 

“You were so fucking right.” He panted out, a weak, tired chuckle leaving his lips. “I’m so fucking glad we finished this with something good and pure. That was fucking amazing.”

Matt chuckled weakly in response, shaking his head. “I fucking told you, dude. I knew she’d be good.”

Both men were expecting Y/N to cry, to ask a million questions, or to avoid their words and gazes entirely like every intern before her had. But she didn’t, she stayed nestled between both men, listening to their praise until her exhaustion got the better of her, falling asleep on Matt’s thigh. 

One tradition may have ended between the two friends, but unbeknownst to them, another one had just begun.

[coopholder]

a little bit TOO much has been happening </3. But also going on a little vacation trip, might still try to make some posts. (hoping)

[coopholder]

you’re doing so good, babe. keep it up! how’s your tongue piercing btw?

You guys are so sweet! </33. My tongue piercing is absolutely great. it only took a few(very very long hungry) days to heal, but now im just cool😎

[coopholder]

Dude continue writing you’re doing great! I can’t wait for more!

Thank you!! Some life things are coming up and I'm trying to think of some more stuff to write🙂‍↕️

[coopholder]

Jealousy

Joe Cooper x reader

summary; Coop gets jealous over Remer making moves on you, especially when Remer invites you over for a hang out.

SFW , cursing , nothing too bad

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   "Awe shit, Remer. Come on, you don't even like her!" Coop groans. He's sitting on the small couch in his shared home with Remer and Squeak. 

   "Why the hell wouldn't I? She's hot! And let's be honest, me and my sweet ass deserve to have a hot chick like Y/N." Remer responds back to Coop. They were having a mini argument over Remer flirting with Y/N when Coop was trying to make a move on her first.

   "I literally caught you naked making out in a hot tub with another girl the other night!"

   "Have you considered that maybe I'm practicing to keep my performance at its peak for Y/N" Coop stares at Remer with his mouth slightly opened in confusion. He has no response after that, he just rolls his eyes and gets up to go to his room. 

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   "Y/N! Hey!" Doug says, trying to act casual. "Please, come in." He gives you a wide, toothy smile as he moves aside to let you in. You smile back and walk into the house. 

   "Hey..you said you wanted to hang out a bit?" You still couldn't believe you were invited for a casual hang out. You thought you had some distance between you and the boys because of their status and the business deals between your foundation and the Beers. You had to admit that you were a little nervous. You never really thought you’d be in this kind of situation. Especially not with star players like Remer and Coop.

   "Yeah, I got some movies and snacks if that's cool" 

   "For sure! Sounds fun" You sit on the couch, looking around at everything. The place was a bit messy with just random objects out of place, but nothing too bad. "So, you share this place with Coop?"

   "Coop and Squeak, yeah"

   "It's actually pretty nice" You hear one of the doors in the house open, and you secretly hope it's Coop. You agreed to come over from Remer's invite in hopes that maybe Coop would be there also.

   "Y/N?" A familiar voice says and a head pops around the corner. It's Coop with his usual messy bleach blond hair. 

   "Coop! Hey!" You light as he walks into the living room. He has some sweatpants and a regular gray shirt on. You smile at him and he gives you a small awkward smile and wave.

   "What are you doing here?" He asks. He wasn't expecting you to come over today, especially after his argument with Remer.

   "Oh, Doug asked me to come over earlier today. We were just going to hang out, glad you're here now too."

   "Yeah, we were just going to watch a movie. I got a real classic for Y/N and I to watch." Remer chimes in, giving Coop a smirk as he sits next to you on the couch, wrapping his arm around your shoulder. "Hey Y/N, do you want a donut? I made it myself." Coop rolls his eyes.

   "You didn't make it yourself dickwad, we got those yesterday." Coop says with a little bit of attitude. He's still a little worked up over Remer trying to make his moves on you, even if he was making his moves first. It bothered him that Remer swept you in an invite to come over and hang out. He wanted to be the one asking you to come over and go places with you. He doesn't say anything after and sits on the couch with you and Remer out of spite to ruin the plans Remer probably had to make more advances on you.

   During the movie Remer was a little touchy, hand on your knee, arm around your shoulder, and the occasional flirtatious pick up line every now and then. Eventually Coop sighs and leaves in the middle of the movie, going back to his room. He was annoyed at Remer, but he was mostly jealous of how you laughed at his jokes. The way you didn't move away when he had his hands on you, getting close in your personal space. Remer definitely had a lot of women on him, but Coop just wanted you for himself. 

   Coop sat on the edge of his bed, leaning over and resting his arms on his knees. There's a knock on the door, making him look at the door.

   "Come in" He says just barely loud enough to hear from the other side. The door opens, creaking slightly. Coop sees you pop your head into his room. "Oh, Y/N. Did uh, you need something?"

   "I just wanted to check up on you.." You say quietly, fully entering his room and closing the door behind you. "You seemed off, is there something bothering you?" You walk over and sit next to him, both of you sitting side by side on the edge of his full sized bed.

   "Just annoyed at Remer." He sighs, messing with his hair.

   "Over?" He looks at you, hesitant to answer. He didn't know what to tell you. Was he supposed to just admit why he's upset? What was he even supposed to say? 'Oh yeah. I just think you're really hot, but apparently Doug does too and Mr. Fuckface is flirting with you better than I am' 

   "You really think I'm hot?" You said smiling, blushing slightly. 

   "Oh shit, I really said that out loud. Alright." Coop says, his face turning red from embarrassment. He was internally beating himself up for zoning out so hard that he wasn't thinking about what he was actually doing. He's pulled out of his thoughts from the sound of you laughing. "What?"

   "Coop, I literally only came over because I wanted an excuse to be around you." You say, smiling with a blush across your face. "I didn't know you would be jealous of Doug like that though." 

   "He's been trying to get at you all day already, and I didn't know if it was working or not. I mean, he has A LOT of beautiful women all over him." You keep smiling as he talks about his feelings over Remer flirting with you. You reach over and grab his hand, ignoring how hard your heart is beating. 

   "Doug is attractive, sure. But he isn't really my type I guess. I'm more into..guys with bleached hair and really passionate about what he does. In a way that shows how much his career and his team really mean to him. Even in the small things he does. You know?" You didn't even realize until now how close your face is to Coop's. You're just inches away from each other before he puts his hand behind your neck, pulling you in for a kiss. It was sweet and passionate, and it felt like time slowed down and sped up at the same time. You couldn't really tell which one. It didn't really matter anyways. Coop pulls away, looking for a reaction from you. 

   "That was alright, right? You didn't hate that?" You start laughing softly, shaking your head.

   "No Coop, I didn't hate that. I liked it quite a lot."

   "Wanna get out of here and get something to eat?" He says out of nowhere, changing the subject quickly. Not in a 'that never happened' kind of way, but in a 'I don't know what to do now' way to avoid becoming awkward. You look at him in confusion for a second before nodding, 

   "Yeah, I'd like some food right now"

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I hope this was good? I usually keep writing super late at night, it's a little easier for me to think and write at stupid times in the night.

Also feel free to send in requests! I'd love to try and write stuff you guys wanna see!

[coopholder]

Long Day, huh?

Doug Remer x Reader

Summary; SFW , just a little bit of remer after both of you had a long day at work/practice.

A/N: Heyy! I've written x readers before but it was a suppperr long time ago, I wanted to do some more now! This will technically be my first upload on tumblr! This is a very small one, just something a little short and sweet. :)

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You lay in your bed after a long day of work. You groan and sit back up, dragging yourself to take a quick shower before you fully allow yourself to rest. After you get out and put on some comfy clothes, you walk back to your bed. After a few minutes you hear the door of your apartment open.

"Y/N? You home?" A familiar voice shouts. You look up, a little bit of excitement replacing your tiredness as you hear your boyfriend arriving home. Doug walks into the room, seeing you now sitting at the edge of your shared bed.

"Hi, love.." You say, smiling through your exhaustion.

"Rough day today?" You nod, lying back down. You feel the bed shift under a new weight, with your boyfriend joining you in bed.

"It was pretty rough for me as well." He says, scooting closer to you and lying on your chest. His fluffy hair slightly brushing against your face. You shift slightly to make yourself more comfortable with Doug finding his spot snuggling against you. You wrap your arms around him. Even though he was a pretty tall guy, he still found a way to be the little spoon in every situation.

"Tough practice, huh?" You say quietly, receiving a small nod in return. You both decide to sit in a comfortable silence, not wanting to talk too much after a long day. You comb your fingers through Doug's curly hair as he falls asleep against your chest. He snores softly as you kiss his forehead and remove his glasses, placing it on your nightstand. You rest your hand on his shoulder as you soon fall asleep after him.

[treyparkerwhore]

Three Weeks in the Rockies - Intro

Trey Parker x F!Assistant!Reader

A/N : hello! my current older man hyperfixation is getting the better of me lol. for context, there is an age gap between trey and the reader. (trey is in his 50’s, reader in her mid 20’s)

We’re on day three of our process and there’s no end in sight. There’s no script, not even a draft. There’s not even an idea for an episode. The assistants that work in animation keep telling me that “Trey needs to cough something up for animation to work on. If we don’t start working on something, there won’t be an episode this week.”

I walk down the hallway towards Trey’s office, trying my best to ignore the looks from the crew that litter the halls. I don’t bother knocking on his door, but just let myself in. I set down the greasy McDonald’d bag on the small desk in the corner of his office. It was my makeshift work station, which had been getting a lot more use as of late.

I look at his desk and frown. His head is in his hands, he’s muttering something under his breath. His grey hair is sticking in every direction, a clear sign he’s been tugging at it today. I walk over to the desk, stopping in front of it. I peek over and see the document on his monitor is blank. The cursor just blinks repeatedly, almost mockingly. I straighten, taking a deep breath, attempting to collect my thoughts before speaking.

“You shouldn’t keep pulling at your hair. You’re bald enough as is.”

This catches his attention. The hands move from his face, his blueish grey eyes stare at me from between his fingers. There’s a beat of silence as he just stares at me. Finally, he laughs. It’s tired and weak, but it’s a start.

He runs his hands over his face before tucking them behind his head. He leans back in his chair, exhaling deeply. He stares at me for another minute before replying.

“You know, that’s no way to speak to a boss. You should know better.” He smiles at me, and I can see how tired he is. I doubt that he’s gotten any sleep in the past three days. He’s been here day and night.

“Oh come on. I thought we were more than that.” I reply, returning his tired but playful smile. I walk over to my desk and grab the grease stained brown bag, plopping it onto Trey’s desk. His eyes light up and he moans under his breath.

“Fuck, you’re a life saver.” He says gratefully as he nearly rips the bag open. He fishes out his usual order - chicken nuggets paired with sweet and sour sauce and hot mustard, a Big Mac, and fries. He takes a giant bite of the burger, his eyes fluttering shut as he did. “Did you remember the um…” He snaps his fingers as he chews, clearly trying to find the words for his wants.

I pull out a Diet Dr. Pepper from my purse and set the can down on his desk. He smiles, moaning dramatically again as he opens the can.

I watch him eat for a few minutes, seeing the humanity and life seem to creep back into his tired expression. I sit across from him, stealing a fry every couple of seconds. He doesn’t mind, he pushes the box towards me after my second stolen fry.

“I think in some countries, this is considered elder abuse. I shouldn’t be filling you up with all this crap.” I say as I pop another fry into my mouth. I don’t bother to finish chewing before speaking again. “You could heel over and have a heart attack any day now, you know. And who’s gonna get charged with murder? Me. For being your McDonald’s dealer.”

“I’m not that old. Besides, I thought dad bods were in again.” He says, flashing me a grin as he finishes the Big Mac in one bite.

“Where’d you hear that? From your AARP magazine?” I say with a soft laugh. He smirks, tossing a fry at me. Seeing that he’s in better spirits, I make the decision to ask about the episode. I nod towards the blank document on his desktop monitor. “That bad, huh?”

His eyes follow mine and he grimaces at the lack of a script in front of us. He wipes his lips before speaking. “I’m telling you, Y/N, I think I’m done. I think I’m at my limit.”

“Come on, you say that every week.” I say softly, attempting to reassure him. I know it’s no use. He’s spiraling now, he always does at this stage of his process. But it doesn’t make it any easier to listen to.

“No, I mean it this time. Maybe I was only meant to write so many good things. Maybe I’m spent. All my good ideas are just…gone.” He says with a sigh, leaning back in his chair once more. “The ideas we have right now are shit. I can’t let something that bad go on the air. It’ll ruin the entire legacy of the show. We’ll all be out of jobs. Of course, I’ll be fine, that’s the sick irony. But all these people who are counting on me to succeed will be the ones who suffer. And it’s all my fault. I…I just…”

“Stop.” I say with a soft sigh, closing my eyes as I listen to his self deprecating speech. I take a second before opening my eyes again. He doesn’t meet my gaze. He’s staring off into space, clearly at war with himself. “It can’t be that bad. What have you got to work with?”

He breaks out of his daze and shuffles through countless stacks of notes on his desk. He finally grabs the one he was looking for, a yellow sheet from a legal pad with chicken scratch writing on it. He begins reading me idea after idea. They’re not as bad as he’s making them seem. After all, he thought some of the most classic episodes of South Park were dogshit when they aired. No one can really trust Trey’s judgement when he’s like this. He can’t see the light at the end of the tunnel.

“That one’s not so bad.” I comment as he reads the last idea. I point at the scribbled description on the paper.

He scoffs, shaking his head. He balls up the paper and chucks it across the room. He exhales again and slouches in his chair. His eyes meet mine and he visibly relaxes.

“How do you do that?” He asks with a tired smile.

“Do what?” I reply, raising an eyebrow in confusion.

“Make me feel like everything’s gonna work out when everything else around me is trying to pull me under.” He says with a small shrug. His words take me back a bit, making me groan. He smirks, clearly amused. “What?”

“Not you too.” I reply with another groan, sinking down in my chair.

He laughs, clearly confused. He raises his brow, titling his head to the side slightly. “What? What did I say?”

“Everyone keeps looking at me like I’m some sort of…savior. Like it’s my responsibility to make sure things stay afloat.” I explain. “I’m just the fucking coffee fetcher, but that doesn’t stop the expectations.”

“You’re not just the coffee fetcher.” He says softly, almost tenderly. I look up and meet his gaze, seeing his eyes are softening, like he’s looking at something he cherishes. I feel the heat rise to my cheeks and I shake my head, attempting to look unfazed.

“Am too.” I retort softly.

“Not true.” He replies quickly. I meet his gaze again and it’s more playful now. He motions to the countless wrappers and empty sauce packets on his desk. “You’re also the McDonald’s fetcher.”

I relax in my seat and laugh, rolling my eyes at his playful jab. “Shut up.” I mutter under my breath through laughs.

There’s another beat of silence as we both just sit together. It’s comfortable, familiar. It almost feels like home.

“You want me to call Comedy Central and tell them we won’t have a show this week?” I ask softly, trying my best not to send him spiraling again. To my surprise, he smiles slightly and shakes his head, waving off my offer.

“Nah, let me run the show into the ground.” He jokes as he sits up in his chair, positioning himself in front of his computer. “I’ll call you if I need some more fuel.”

I grin, seeing that he’s more himself now. I stand up, wiping my hands off on my jeans. I nod before leaving his office, gently shutting the door behind me.

The week passes in a chaotic blur. As always, Trey managed to get a show together in the matter of days. It’s late in the morning, and most of the crew had gone home, knowing that the work this week was done. I walk down the mostly empty halls towards Trey’s office. I’m hoping to persuade him to go home sooner than later. Knowing him, he’ll want to try to get a head start on next week’s show, but it never goes the way he plans.

I open the door, peeking my head inside, hoping to find Trey. My eyes lock on him, lounging on the small couch in his office. His arms are behind his head and his gaze is fixed on the ceiling. He doesn’t look upset or stressed, but the opposite.

I let myself in, gently shutting the door behind me. His head looks in my direction, smiling when his eyes lock with mine. “Been looking for you.” He says with a grin.

“Doesn’t look like it.” I say with a soft laugh, walking further into his office. I sit down at my small desk beside the couch. I turn my chair to face Trey on the couch.

“I was! I just gave up when I couldn’t find you. Figured you find me instead. And it looks like I was right.” He explains with a slightly tired chuckle, the sound deep and rich.

I fight a smile at his explanation. For a fifty something year old guy, he was surprisingly easy to get along with. Sometimes, it was easy to forget the nearly thirty year age difference all together whenever we talked. He still acted like he was in his twenties.

“Well, I’m here now. What’d you need?” I asked, relaxing in my chair.

“Well…” Trey started, pausing so he could sit up. He turned in the couch so he could face me now. “I have a…proposition of sorts for you. Nothing major, nothing crazy. It’s just an idea.”

“I’m listening…” I sang out playfully. I was intrigued at whatever Trey was thinking of. He had that look in his eyes, the mischievous, playful kind.

“Well, Matt and I want to go to Colorado, to check on the progress of Casa Bonita before we try to soft open it. But he doesn’t wanna leave his kids alone for a few weeks or whatever. So, I wanted to know if you wanna take his place.”

I feel my eyes widen as the surprise of his offer sinks in. I straighten in my seat, feeling a lot more alert now. “M…Me? You want me to take Matt’s place? How am I gonna be any help?”

“Well, for one, you keep me sane. That’s mostly what Matt’s good for.” He jokes. “You’ll just help me…soften the load.”

I ponder the offer for a bit, but a contradiction appears in my head. “What about Betty?”

“What about Betty? She’ll be fine at her mom’s for a few weeks. It’s not the first time I’ve been gone for work.” Trey says with a casual shrug. He looks me up and down, trying to read me. “If you don’t wanna come, I get it. It’s cool.”

I shake my head, cutting him off. I take another second before speaking. “So, it’ll be just you and me, in Colorado, for…how long?”

“A week or so. Three weeks tops.”

“What about hotels and cars and…”

“I’ll take care of it.” This time Trey cuts me off. “I’ve got a place back home. We’ll stay there. Won’t cost either of us a penny. That is, if you’re okay with sharing a space with me?”

“Yeah, that’s fine.” I answer softly, nodding as I continue to think over his offer. “Besides just…”keeping you sane”, what else do I have to do? I don’t know much about renovations, let alone restaurant renovations. And I’ve never even been to Colorado, so I don’t know how much help I’ll be. And I…”

“Relax.” He says soothingly, laughing slightly at my rambling. “You’ll be doing what you do here. Running ideas with me, giving me a second opinion. There will be plenty of McDonald’s runs, because I know how much you love those.”

I laugh too, feeling more relaxed the more Trey explained the trip to me. It would be nice to get away from LA for a bit, to get out of the studio. It felt like I lived here most days. It’d also be nice to get away from the expectations the rest of the crew seems to dump on me. But, I couldn’t help but feel a bit uneasy about being alone with Trey…in Colorado…for weeks.

It’s not that I didn’t trust him, I didn’t trust myself. I’d been harboring weird feelings for Trey since he hired me. I blamed him, he was an easy person to fall for. He was charming, kind, funny. He was the kind of person where you felt lucky whenever he gave you the time of day. It was easy to hide at work, with the stress of our day to day lives. And I got to escape home at the end of most days. I got to have space from him, a chance to gather myself before seeing him again the next day. How the hell was I supposed to keep this colossal secret from him when we’d be practically living together for nearly a month?

“Well?” Trey asked with an impatient laugh, cutting off my train of thoughts.

I shook my head, trying to ground myself again. I was about to politely decline, but then I met his eyes and I felt any resolve I have fade away. Before I could stop it, I found myself agreeing with an “Okay. I’ll go.”

[coopholder]

and what if i gave in and started writing short 'x readers' about matt and trey/their characters. then what.

[asouthparkiteer]

Do you think you could do an imagine or one shot for Trey Parker with an innocent gf?

Absolutely gonna turn this into my assumptions again.

“You’re so cute”

Trey Parker x F!Reader

I think at first Trey would find you a little annoying out of thinking it’s an act like no way someone’s that innocent. But when he realizes that’s how you actually are he finds you very endearing.

Like “aww it’s her” kinda way. He just thinks you’re so sweet.

The corruption thing that I’m pretty sure we’ve established here would be quite interesting.

I think he’d like to keep you somewhat innocent but also would like to see how you react to crude or dirty things

I mean it’s not like you don’t understand things. You’re just not well versed on such topics.

You’d have the whole opposite attract relationship thing going on.

He’d be saying some probably outta pocket shit and you’re just there confused on half the shit he’s saying.

“Trey what does that even mean?” “Don’t worry about it.” You’re now more confused then you were

Overall he really does love you. He thinks you’re one of the more real people out here. Especially when he realized that’s how you are and you aren’t bullshitting him either. He thinks you make him better too.

Probably after spending a lot of time with him and you finally get one of the crude jokes and he’s honestly proud. He’s also like you aren’t supposed to know that type of way too. But overall very proud. You’d been conditioned whether for better or worse.

Anyway probably overall a nice relationship

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So I kinda ran out of things to say here but have it anyway! Once again these are assumptions so don’t take it as gospel! Thanks! Hope you enjoyed!

[coopholder]

okay but the way i accidentally went down a south park/matt and trey rabbit hole is wild

[coopholder]

got my tongue pierced and never realized how much i want to eat ANYTHINGGG PLEASEEEEE

[rylandsgrace]

#Dustin’s dads sacrificing themselves for him

[steddielations]

stranger things: no joseph you can’t have eddie’s guitar

actual real life legends Metallica: BET